Forever Us (Always and Forever 4)

I swear he responds faster than I had time to form a complete thought.

Kingston, yo one and only baby daddy: Oh, that’s cute. You think you’re funny, don’t you? You know what happens to funny girls who like to basically give their cavemen heart attacks?

Me: No, I don’t. Why don’t you tell me...Daddy?

Kingston, yo one and only baby daddy: You get fucked hard, and you get to do all the work and ride my cock till it’s tired. And we both know I can last all night, my queen.

Me: Mmmm, challenge accepted. Ruin me like a bad girl.

Kingston, yo one and only baby daddy: Fuck.

Accepting the gauntlet of victory, I render him speechless and I rev the engine to my beast. The alcohol wears off finally, and I down a glass of water when Shayla comes back. We dance a little more, and I forget about my little daydreamed nightmare and think about my messages to Kingston. Knowing I’m going home to Kings and Prince puts everything out of mind—where it belongs.

Dragging my ass out of bed Monday morning was a shit show and hard to do. Yesterday was my dad’s day with Princeton, so me and Lana played Naked Sunday, and I spent the day fucking her dirty, rough, gently, fucking lazily—any way I could have her.

My body doesn’t even need a workout, ‘cause the dainty little minx with her limber body worked me out like no one’s business. It’s 7:00 a.m. and I need to be at the studio today, so I head right into the shower, noting Lana isn’t in bed. She’s most likely feeding Prince.

Today, he turns seven months old, and I about lost my shit when I thought of how fast this is all happening. Lana and I have been parents for seven whole months, and though it hasn’t been easy, it’s been worth it to watch our son grow together. I want more babies, so many more babies with L, and we have not been lazy at trying. I swear she’s got to be pregnant already. We’ve been having sex for over a month now with no protection, and it’s constant, our sex. We’re making love morning, night, in my office, in the kitchen, in the shower, and any other place we have time for.

I go through the motions of getting ready, showering, throwing on my jeans and black tee with my black snapback, and top it off with some of Lana’s favorite cologne. I make my way downstairs and find Lana at the table fully dressed in some sexy skintight jeans and an off-the-shoulder tee with her hair and makeup done.

Prince and she are eating breakfast, and my plate is made with bacon and pancakes, and to the side is some fresh orange juice.

“Good morning, my queen.”

“Morning, handsome.”

Leaning in, I give her a quick peck and join her. Squeezing Princeton’s little feet, I grin as he makes a small noise around his bottle.

“You’re all dressed up. What plans do you have today?”

“Well, I was thinking.” She pauses, putting down her bacon. “I’m going to go back to the boutique two days a week. Dr. Moore said it could help me get back some normalcy. It’s definitely getting a little easier to leave Monkey for longer periods of time.”

I’m proud of her for putting in the effort to slowly get back to her routine before Prince.

“That’s a big step.”

“I’m excited to try it. Kathy is all moved into her new house, and she’s gonna watch the twins and Prince.” Taking a mouthful of pancake, I agree with just a nod. “Oh, and don’t forget we have a session with Dr. Moore today at 1:00. I will meet you there?”

“Yes, I have Ben in the studio until 12:30, then I’m free.”

“Perfect, can you drop Prince off? I have an 8:00 a.m. meeting at the shop with some new staff members.” Lana stands, bending down to give Prince a goodbye kiss, and I watch her with a proud smile. Look at my girl go.

“Of course. Drive safe, let me know how you like your new car. Oh, and text me when you get there.” She stands next to me, and my hand automatically reaches up and lays against the curve of her ass.

“I will, baby.” After a gentle kiss to my lips and a wink, she heads for the door, and before she closes it, I call to her.

“Hey, Mama.”

“Yes?” She falters, looking at me over her shoulder.

“You got this.”

“Thanks, baby.” With a subtle smile, her dimples show and she disappears.

Life is good, my girl is fucking good, my son is growing, and we’re finally better. And this time, I know it’s going to stick.

“You boys want to head to lunch? We finished an hour early.”